Hi, my name is MightyMark1. I'm here because I am sad. I don’t want to get up in the mornings. I am 70 now. I’ve been raising kids since 28. I taught first grade for 25 years and then became a grandmother. I helped raise my first 2 grandboys for 6 years. When the last was in kindergarten, I wasn’t needed anymore. With Covid, I was excluded from the family. And with Wokeism, I was shut down and disregarded because we differed on EVERYTHING! I was told I could no longer be a part in the boys’ lives! I was no longer trusted! Nor Wanted!! I was devastated! And I still am—- 10 years later!!!!
My insides hurt tremendously! Overtime and until this day, the closeness we developed is now gone.
I have been divorced since 2000. I am alone. My kids live in different states. I’m not really important nor needed.
My youngest has a year old child. I’ve been caring for him since February. My son and I had a run-in. The result is that I am no longer needed. Day-care is taking my place. I was devastated!! A shock! The snap of a finger!!!
I’ve been so sad, shocked and very disappointed…. mixed with anger for three weeks now. And I can’t easily get out of bed and lost much motivation!!
Children thrill me! Especially my own! I try my darndest to be alert, active, creative, educational and funny!!! I love Hard!!!
Now my visits will be much less frequently. And it hurts! I won’t be teaching him and raising him. Strangers will! Our closeness
will lessen. He’s now getting to know me!!!
Im 70. How does one do for himself now? How does one begin a new life when the most important thing in life are the kids and grandkids????? I’m lost. In July, I felt the luckiest person around!!!!!! Now I’m alone with not much intention in it at the moment.
After I clean my windows, yuck, and reorganize my basement and repaint the walls, dread, what will be my next quest? Oh, hand-washing the car, in and out. JOY!!!
That’s my story. How do I get out of bed? Where do I find my joy again and motivation?
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I'm so glad I found this group. I have a multitude of alphabet diseases. My four (five counting the stray I'm feeding) cats keep me happy and sane. There's nothing more calming than a cat purring on your lap in the evening while you're watching TV.
Here's a picture I took this morning of my two girls. The black one is Scamper, I inherited her when my best friend passed away in January. Cat is 18 years old, has hyperthyroidism so she's skin and bones. The meds gave her kidney and liver problems so we're trying to keep her as healthy as we can. The orange tabby is a rare female. Her name is Snickers. She's my little Covid baby. I got her from my friend during lockdown and she saved my life.
I think this is a great Halloween picture: Pumpkin Spice and scary Witch.
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Hi, my name is GetInTheBoat. I’m reaching out to share my book Get In The Boat—a raw memoir I wrote to keep a promise to my father, and to offer a story most of us aren’t prepared for until it’s already happening.
My dad was a pastor. My mom had dementia. And during COVID, they were sealed in their home with no help—just the two of them, and the slow fading of everything they once knew. He bathed her. He fed her. He prayed over her even when she forgot who he was.
“This isn’t just a memoir,” I write. “It’s a prayer screamed into the silence.”
I didn’t write this to be polished or pretty. I wrote it because I watched a man live out a vow when love no longer looked like date nights or easy affection. I watched him stay when staying cost everything.
We live in a world that romanticizes instant connection and easy exits. But what does it mean to love when it's hard? When there’s no rescue? When no one is clapping for you?
I think readers—especially women navigating love, faith, family, and identity—would resonate deeply with this story.
Get In The Boat is honest, painful, and maybe even healing for anyone who’s ever wondered: What happens when the vow you made gets tested in silence?
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After reading Lotuses comment this morning, It made me go back in time to my memories as well as experiences. Lotus, you do have talent in what your doing. Your writing brings out your emotional side which is great. And you question whether it will bring on fame. What I’ve learned is fame comes with a lot of baggage and stress. Your only as good as your last song , or in acting your only as good as your last Movie you starred in. It’s constant work, a different city every day. My first brother in law was the Bass Player for a headlining A list band, a good friend I went to school with was a lead guitarist for a A list band. Both are now playing the club scenes as age, a hard party life, and life on the road will take its toll on you. The Covid era took a lot of up and coming artist out of the music industry as many were forced to sell all their gear just to eat. I never had the inspiration to want any of that. The biggest crowd I’ve played for was about 5,000 people in my younger days. Some have asked “ were you nervous?” The truth is between all the lights and heads you honestly can’t focuse on any faces lol. Smaller more intimate playing you can. Just don’t hit the wrong chord as it’s more noticeable then lol. I’ve got a good friend who is a excellent guitarist and keys player and we’ve been considering what they call “ Busking” in the UK . Here it’s harder due to all the local ordinances. But we wouldn’t be playing for the money but for the love of music. There’s a old saying that if you’ve earned more money then what you spent on your equipment, then your a success. In that case I’m not lol. Look through you tube videos and see how many extremely talented musicians there are out there. And always remember, there’s a high price to pay for fame and fortune……David
5 reactions I never thought I would have to miss my personal internal thoughts and observations no longer being private, but I do. I wonder if this is okay now, what's next? If it's okay, then what will we undergo next? This is a way of release of personal frustration.
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Hi, my name is Paige61.
I’ve had major depressive disorder (MDD) since age 15 and anxiety issues since around 30. Until the past couple of years, I had not had a depressive episode since 2006 when I received successful day treatment at Mclean Hospital. I’m here because I’m struggling and nobody gets it. My one friend (friend since birth) who mostly got it & who would always listen, when/if I could get the words out, died unexpectedly a few weeks ago. The grief from that & major MAJOR losses the year before, have left me depleted. Numb. Lost. Overwhelmed. Wondering how to keep putting one foot in front of the other. And since COVID, I have become permanently disabled with physical issues, which just turns the depression up along with chronic pain & chronic fatigue. Okay, I’ve spilled it. Can anyone else relate?
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